Ye Tingyun was extremely angry, his eyes glaring fiercely at the two of them as he strode forward.
"I knew you two weren't as simple as you seemed!"
He had been careless for just a moment tonight, and they had already found a way to get together.
A man and a woman, alone in a room, clinging and doting on each other. Who were they trying to anger to death!
He glared at Song Qingan with a dark expression, silently cursing him a hundred times in his mind.
After scolding him, he turned back to Feng Yinwan, suppressed his anger, and grabbed her arm.
"You're coming back with me!"
"Hiss..."
The movement was too sudden, and Feng Yinwan was caught off guard. She was pulled directly onto her injured left shoulder, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.
Song Qingan sensed this and his hand already grasped Ye Tingyun's wrist.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
The force was so great, it felt as though his wrist bone would snap. Ye Tingyun immediately let go in pain.
A faint cracking sound seemed to echo around them. Song Qingan came to his senses, immediately releasing his grip and leaning down.
"Your Highness, I beg your pardon."
Feng Yinwan had an injury on her left shoulder. He had acted too hastily just now, and his grip had indeed been too forceful. Now, Ye Tingyun's wrist was visibly red and swollen.
Ye Tingyun was in agony and wasn't about to accept an apology.
Holding his wrist with one hand, he glared at Song Qingan with red eyes, "Song Qingan, I think you did that on purpose!"
He was just relying on his martial arts skills to commit assault. Did he really think he was afraid!
"I must take this person away today!"
Song Qingan stood in front of him, uncharacteristically refusing to back down.
"Your Highness, there were assassins in the palace tonight. Jiuzhou Xiangxie is no longer safe."
His eyes darkened for a moment, then he added, "Furthermore, Wan'er's left shoulder is injured and she shouldn't move. You just agitated her wound."
Hearing this, Ye Tingyun's rationality returned somewhat.
He looked over and indeed saw Feng Yinwan holding her left arm down, her face still somewhat pale.
He grumbled inwardly but maintained his forceful demeanor, "I didn't know she was injured there!"
If he had known earlier, he would have grabbed her other arm.
Remembering the tense movements of the imperial guards he had encountered on the way, and the injury on Song Qingan's back from before, Ye Tingyun paused and swallowed with difficulty.
"The assassin went to Jiuzhou Xiangxie?"
To act so brazenly in the palace was simply outrageous!
Song Qingan nodded, his gaze silently shifting to Feng Yinwan, and he said no more.
The atmosphere in the room became silent for a moment.
It took Feng Yinwan a while to recover, her expression clearing slightly. Then she heard Ye Tingyun say, with some awkwardness,
"Then... then she can't stay here either!"
What kind of place was this? It was the residence in the palace bestowed upon Song Qingan by the Emperor. How could this woman stay here!
Feng Yinwan showed no fear of him. She took a breath and said coldly,
"Then what should I do? Go back to Jiuzhou Xiangxie and wait to die?"
If that assassin came again, she would surely perish.
Ye Tingyun was speechless. After a pause, he stubbornly blurted out,
"Then you can go to my Boshui Qingju!"
Feng Yinwan gave him a speechless look.
This was even worse than Jiuzhou Xiangxie. It was like diverting disaster to others. She would have to expend energy watching over this kid and would be even less able to cope.
"You go back, and be careful these few days."
That person's actions were becoming bolder with each attempt. Ye Tingyun was close to her, and she was afraid of implicating him again.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tingyun refused upon hearing this. He glanced at the rumpled bedding on the bed, pulled out a chair, and sat down heavily.
"I'm not leaving. I'm staying here too!"
On this bed, he wanted to see how the two of them planned to sleep!